Overheard in my law office, re: Fox News: "Joseph Goebbels could never have come up with anything half so sophisticated."

I'm working weekends and everything, generally 9 to 12 hours daily, which is fine for the short term, considering how much time I usually spend feeling sorry for myself on the couch. Somewhere in his diaries Kafka mentions the "meaningless satisfaction" of finishing his job for the day; it's there. I can make copies and prepare documents in accordance with the Nevada Rules of Appellate Procedure until the cows come home. I'm not really there, and it isn't really happening.

It would be an easy life in certain respects. Every night I could come home and have a beer and fall asleep to visions of my mushrooming bank account. The days would be calm. Ha.

Goethe says, in his verse proverbs that remind me of Blake even though I can only half understand them:

Alex Danchev. Cezanne: A Life. Pantheon, 2012.
It's often loose and can feel like a collection of anecdotes, but then there's something appropriate about letting incidents hang free as disconnected brushstrokes rather than plaster it all with narrative contour.

Texts and images copyright (C) 2013 Paul Kerschen. Layout adapted from the Single A Tumblr theme by businessbullpen. The Greater Roadrunner (Geococcyx californianus) has zygodactylic feet, leaving X-shaped tracks with ambiguous direction. The Pueblo and Hopi used the X symbol to mislead evil spirits. Border folklore in the early twentieth century held that a roadrunner would lead a lost traveler back to his path. In Mexico the roadrunner is known as paisano, countryman.